First Kiss, April Lindner

reblogged from unexcitable:

This collision of teeth, of tongues and lips,
is like feeling for the door
in a strange room, blindfolded.
He imagines he knows her
after four dates, both of them taking pains
to laugh correctly, to make eye contact.
She thinks at least this long first kiss
postpones the moment she’ll have to face
four white walls, the kitchen table,
its bowl of dry petals and nutmeg husks,
the jaunty yellow vase with one jaunty bloom,
the answering machine’s one bloodshot eye.

(via poetry365)

The thing about poetry is that it brings us together; somewhere, someone has gone through the same thing. This is like you shared your first kiss with the universe, and all the alien lip in the stars.